Being down with (stupid) flu for couple of days gave me a lot of time to think. Well, more time to think about myself. About the path I have chosen for myself. About the people I met along the way. About how I have now turned into.
When you just pause for a moment and let your mind wander back to the rosy and thorny path you came this far, you tend to shudder at all the impossible that you have done and people have done to you. At least, I did.

Beautiful faces. Ugly behaviour. Kind hearts. Demonic characters. Quiet days. Chaotic moments. Indebted souls. Ungrateful idiots. Caring friends. Backstabbing bastards.

You name it, I have seen it.

And I know, there will be lot more to be seen.

Today is the International Women's Day. So? Let me just tell you one thing my dear ladies - we are still a long way from celebrating anything. Sometimes, when I think about it.. not everything is about gender. But mostly it's about the individuals and maybe the society.

My head is still aching, but it is still thinking of all sorts of possibilities for my future.
My throat still feeling dry like a desert, but I still feel like voicing out what my head is thinking about.

Hmm.. looks like it's gonna be never ending story.

May God bless all.

I was siting inside my car, with the rain washing away the dirt on my car.. besides filling up my emptiness.

New Moon seems to be taking my attention away from the surrounding and pain.

But only until I came to this para:

"How could I explain so that he would understand? I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house - condemned - for months I'd been utterly uninhabitable....."

~ New Moon, page 216

*sigh